Badass Zoro Novels & Stories

My father is immediately on the defensive. “That’s not exactly it.” A pause. “Well, it might be it. Zarah is the only healer out there with a high speed healing ability. Her skills in combat are also on par with those of regular frontline hunters. There’s really no reason for her to be in school when she is also more knowledgeable about demons and their types. Your daughter is a genius. It’s like she is born to be a hunter.”

She was scared of dying, and she was too much of a coward to leave him. I guess I should thank my dad for teaching me to be the predator and not the prey. Because of him, I taught myself always to have power over those wimpy little nerds and show them who the boss is. I enjoyed being feared. It was better than being pushed around. Shoot, I even got any girl I wanted. I had bronzed skin, tousled brown hair, green eyes, and my face was strong and define, which qualified me as handsome to most girls in my school. I made sure I worked out regularly, so I had well-defined abs and biceps, so all I had to do was to pretend to be interested, and they were eager to be with me, the high school bad boy

Behind him, Kiwor stepped out from the trees, lowering a tranquilizer gun, Huron’s unconscious body slung across his shoulder like a ragdoll. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, tears streaming freely down my face. Abaddon didn’t answer. His jaw clenched, blood dripping down his temple, and without a word, he bent down and lifted me into his arms—bridal style. My head fell against his chest, the warmth of his skin bleeding through the cold clothes I wore. I felt his heartbeat. Furious. Wild. Alive. Behind us, Kiwor carried the fallen boy, stepping quietly through the snow. I opened my mouth to speak again, to apologize, to explain—but nothing came out.

Beside him, his daughter, Socha, fought with a cold ferocity. She was lean and fast, her claws digging into the charcoal skin of the abominations, but even their combined strength was barely holding the line. They were losing as the sheer speed of the black-eyed creatures was overwhelming the rogue pack. Suddenly, a streak of obsidian lightning crashed out of the woods. Zoran’s wolf didn't just enter the fight, he instantly dominated it. He lunged at the abomination that was about to sink its blades into Marek’s neck, his massive jaws snapping the creature’s spine like a dry twig.

“Come out, you bastard.” Her grip tightened, lifting him off the ground effortlessly. He thrashed, clawing at her wrist, but she held firm, strangling the life from him. “YES!” she growled, her voice laced with something ancient, something unholy. “COME OUT, THAN! SHOW YOURSELF!” The sky churned. The shadows quivered. Zander’s limbs went slack. His vision dimmed. And then— The earth cracked beneath her feet. Her balance faltered. Zander’s body crashed to the ground, gasping. A howl—deep, unearthly—split the silence.

He cleared his throat softly and said, "I already have a wife and child." After that, Zeno waved his hand in the air, a sign that he wasn't receiving any more questions. Zeno got down from the podium and immediately shook hands with Zoro. This leadership is indeed in the hands of Zeno, but Zoro—the Elf Prince will take care of everything. Zeno could not stand directly taking care of leadership, he still had many things to take care of, such as his flock and his wife and children.

“I have nothing!” “Really?” He kneeled and withdrew a small gun from my right boot and my heart leaped into my throat. “What is it?” He stood up and grabbed me by my jaw, pushing me back into the wall roughly. “Do you think we are fools?” He hissed and squeezed my mouth tighter, making me wince in pain. He brought his mouth to my face. “I’ll give you a good lesson for this.” *******

All the girls planned to wear short outfits to torment their husbands. Just like they planned, their husbands have eyes only for their wives. They are gone. Reed is wearing back and black with a black cape He is dressed as a superhero Zoro. Nero is wearing a white shirt with full-length cap sleeves with black slacks. He is going for the retro look. Czar is a robot, while Carlos is Cupid. "I think we should lock these women in our homes. Look how many men are eying them?" Reed commented with possessiveness.

Her heart was thundering in her ears but she wasn't going down this time. "You made me your weapon," She said calmly. Swallowing down her fear she opened her eyes. Those fierce hazels stared into dark ominous hazels. The same as hers. The only feature she got from her father or should she even call him that? "I made you powerful!" He barked. A vampire attacked him from the right but Alonso easily grabbed his throat and cracked it with just one hand while his other hand was crushing her jaw keeping her in his hold. Alonso was powerful through and through. He wasn't old. He was in his early 40s. He may be a bad guy but he was crazy for power. Stronger than many. Cruel and vicious. A heartless

A thing utterly forbidden to her kind. He came not through the door, but from the shadows themselves, the darkness coalescing into a form of immense, terrifying power. Zoran. His skin was the deep red of fresh blood, his horns swept back from a face of brutal, angular beauty. His eyes burned with the amber fire of the abyss, and his wings, vast and leathery, folded against his back. The sheer, raw masculinity of him made Vyxaria’s mouth water, her pussy clenching in immediate, aching response.